The Enemy on My Doorstep
enemy is now on my doorstep,
follows me day and night.
follows me country to country
fades away songs in the night.
heart - it oft beats too quickly
pain in my chest it does bring.
the enemy sits on my doorstep
a shadow how big, and how grim!
takes away the joy of living.
each breath hurts, as it comes,
my mind tries to grapple with whatís happened
again the enemy comes.
crash, flash of fire and its over,
mourning - we now go on our way,
places far distant and lonely.
have travelled for many a day.
never without the knowledge,
can come back home, once again.
spend time with our loved parents
this heart ache and pain.
is the cure for this heartache?
- what will you bring?
time when deaths off our doorstep.
truly the heart then, can sing.
place where all stays forgiven
place where all is made new.
the pain that now sits on our doorstep,
taken, forever, from view.
now; let me think of when its all over,
heart, if you must Ė do your thing;
let's live in hope of that morning,
truly our heart now can sing!
Thiel - October 2014
Our Brother John
You know when John was born
He was an idealist right from the
ĎThough life was nearly from him torn
He clung to it with all his heart.
Born to live and not to die
Look at him and how he thrived.
Iíd say his nose grew out of all
But otherwise, not a bad contraption!
As already said, his will to live was
For many a peril he did survive -
in his early childhood life.
When John was only two years old,
He fell head first onto a staircase
made of stone
His cry brought help, but he had
broken not a bone,
Except his head made him look rather
like a unicorn.
You see, my friends, it happened then
That his head was shaped not round but
He recovered well enough in time,
But probably was never quite the same.
Who knows, it may have changed him for
He was realistic for a while and kept
his eyes well weathered.
We did try to teach him how to ski
But that was dangerous, so thought he!
It was quite a job to try to make him
With lots of patience he slowly did
But time made him forget to move with
As across the busy road he tried to
The driver of a car turned pale with
As metal into flesh and bone did
And sent poor Johnny flying past a
Just missing edge of drainage pipe, he
slid right into the hole.
Yes, John hung onto life that day!
And his angel, no doubt stood right
I could go reciting more mishaps,
Like jumping off trees onto garden
But let us leave this melancholy theme
And turn to Johnnyís manhood dream.
Not as one may think, to get married
and raise a family.
Oh no, that was not his ideology!
First I will study medicine to help
As this is very hard, he slightly
changed his aim.
Iíll be a male nurse and still to
people be a help.
But of all things I will leave alone
the girls. And so he left.
For quite some months to many he was a
But one day as into the dining room he
- Cupid shot to his heart
His fiery little dart.
Who is that, sitting in the corner
Oh, those eyes: Theyíre more than I
Iíll have to get to know her better.
We could just friends for that matter.
But when he gave his little finger
Love drew him into all her splendor.
When John came home on his first
He created quite a sensation.
Pat this, Pat that, Pat here, Pat there,
Her name was scribbled everywhere!
And I remember how he fretted
When he did not receive a letter.
We asked, ďJohn, when will you marry?Ē
ďOh, Ďtill after graduation we must
But a few months later to our surprise
Johnny made a compromise.
If we have a car, some money and a
Then we our wedding date can set.
These three blessings were so soon
Sooner than anyone would have
And here he sits so happy and
If I were John I would have long
After such big words had been spoken
Youíd think his idealism would be
But he is not so easily deterred
ĎThough to be strong he may rather
So what - a man is allowed to change
No point being stubborn, stern and
Blind I would say . . .
No - better not - Iíll pass that by.
Youíd think after such retreat
He would acknowledge his defeat.
But as you talk to John you will see
He still has many an untried theory.
For what is a man without ideals,
Heís like a motorcar without the
So John - your better off the way you
Than to be like a disenabled car.
The Most Important Thing in Life!
Have you ever stopped and pondered,
Or have you never wondered,
Of which, in life , we need the most.
To some, no doubt itís fortune, wealth
Which they must acquire no matter what
They even go as far as to sacrifice
Yes health, that is important, - even vital
But many waste it and do not mind
Until it is too late and fatal.
Sometimes, I wonder is it importance,
I observe the ones who on this
How hard they try to reach their goal!
Little realize how they lose their
They do not shrink from fraud or bad,
Care little whom they hurt, or make
Lord, preserve me from the urge for
For it costs your all and all your
Maybe it is to be content,
But let me ask you, friend,
Is it possible to be in such a state
If you have no resting pole of any
Thatís important too, a resting pole,
Someone, somewhere, who can console.
Here some will say, believe in God.
Hear Him say, Iíll forsake thee not.
To some itís a faith that will not
When dreary they from the living water
But where are those, who never falter,
And their lifeís purpose never alters.
Well I wish the one who cannot be
Who walks by faith and cannot be
More subjects could well be considered
But my mind for them has withered.
For me the important thing in life
Is, to have a good and loving wife.
How otherwise shall I be content,
Or happily my time can spend?
Through woman, men do stand or fall,
Through them, we are either big or
You may admit it or you may forbear,
Your state depends on the one with
whom your life you share!
- Peter Thiel -
Our Sister as Bride
Today indeed is
a very special day;
To us, the
family it means goodbye.
Before we with
our dear, meek, little sister part,
Let me recall
some memories- which linger in her heart.
As you see this
Lady, as a bride so adorned and fair,
To think of her
involved in mischief, you would not dare.
But already at
a young and tender age,
She found it
hard to live boxed up in a cage,
Obedient to her
mother she could always be --
The Reason --to
escape punishment --obviously.
But when the
mother was absent or busy and not looking,
Christin usually had something cooking.
For a child it
was a dry and dreary task,
To clean a
church hall good and fast.
So as relief,
cushion wars were fought,
For the result,
was given little thought.
This to us was
harmless and tame,
dropping ash bombs, that was game.
Paper bags were
filled with ash
And dropped on
people, what a mess.
almost caught at such a deed,
Her heroism was
knees she faced the foe,
brother hid behind the coal.
accuser was facing such a fair young maiden,
He stopped and
thought he must have been mistaken.
For how could
such a nice young girl,
misdeeds at him hurl.
And fist fights
she was not content to leave with others,
by her ruthless bully brothers.
fruit form the neighbours garden,
for which Chris expected pardon.
For they had
plenty we had none,
So a thing like
that was easy done.
At this point
in her favor may I add,
She did not act
spontaneously, but usually was led.
But not always
her mind to mischief was bound,
When it came to
doing good, she could hold her ground.
I remember her
raising on mornings at five,
In order to
give her mother a pleasant surprise.
the table was set,
Long before the
others crawled out of bed.
But if they
were looking for Chris and her brother,
The could have
saved themselves the bother
For they had
gone to the forest, blueberries to pick,
return until the basket was filled to the nick.
quite often to friends were sold
like these, Chris very tightly did hold.
Only for some
useful purpose it was to be spent,
Or to by
someone a present then she did open her hand.
So our sister
grew up and changed in mould and shape,
But her nature
still being of the some old type.
Chris developed virtues like for instance, patience --
which she never
looses, except on rare occasions.
Then her voice
is raised and she stamps her feet,
To see her mad,
for me itís quite a treat.
Of late she has
been I the strangest mood,
she even got extremely rude.
Of course, I
wouldnít like to see her blush,
So on this
subject I should rather hush.
To speak well
of her I should rather be bound,
For fear to get
smashed right into the ground.
I donít think there is a better bride.
A man who
belongs to a lady like her has no reason to rude.
So Earl as you
take Christina by the hand,
And lead her
from our happy band.
will long be,
with her family.
For Dadís Retirement Birthday
Now that our
Dad is old and grey,
spark he had in his younger day,
were running hot
down quite a lot.
But if you
think to get of him the better,
You better stop
and do not yourself flatter.
to old spark comes back;
So you better
treat him with respect!
Respect is due
to him on entering old age,
We are sorry
where failing, and acted in a rage.
Now when in
trouble or some advice we need,
Weíd do well
enquiring and his council heed!
For Dad will
now have time to ponder
The things of
life and life up yonder.
He has worked
hard all of his life,
To care for his
family he did strive.
So let me say
here a word of appreciation,
And hope our
thanks will bring you consolation,
For all you
hardships toil and sacrifice you made for us,
We wish you
happiness and may God keep you thus.
In health and
give you peace and grace
And keep you
till the end of days!
been restless this last year
for a wife came to my ear
young his longing I could share
Did I not
search, consider and compare.
Here are some
lines Iíve written many years ago
When my mind
held not much else and in spirit low.
Have you ever
stopped and pondered
Or have you never wondered
Of which, in
life, we need the most?
To some, no
doubt itís fortune, wealth
Which they must
acquire no matter what the cost,
They even go as
far and sacrifice their health.
that is important - even vital
But many waste
it and do not mind
Until it is too
late and fatal.
wonder is it importance, fame.
I observe the
ones which on this ladder
How hard they
try to reach their goal,
Little realize, how they lose their
shrink form fraud or bad,
whom they hurt, or make sad.
me form the urge for fame,
For it costs
you all and all your time.
Maybe it is to
But let me ask
Is it possible
to be in such a state of mind,
If you have no
resting pole of any kind.
important too, a resting pole
somewhere, who can console.
Here some will
say, believe in God
Hear Him say,
Iíll forsake you not.
To some itís
faith that will not shrink
they from the living water drink.
But where are
those, who never falter,
lifeís purpose never alters.
Well I wish the
one who cannot be reproved
Who walks by
faith and cannot be removed.
could well be considered
But my mind for
them has withered.
For me the
important thing in life
Is, to have a
good and loving wife.
shall I be content,
Or happily my
time can spend.
men do stand or fall,
we are either big or small.
You admit it or
you may forbear,
depends on the one with whom your life you share!
today have given up their lives.
To become one
Tis is looking
at it negative,
But to be happy
you must give.
here the news did spread
That he his
true love has met.
And from his
sister in reply received
An answer I
would not have believed,
Had I not read
it with my own eyes . . .
She loves you.
Isnít it amazing!
Matthias may have uttered
words so frankly uttered.
But what a
blessing when in our own estimation
We can see
ourselves less than the other.
It would save
us many a tribulation.
Now, if todayís
happiness you would maintain
Only take what
you are given and make this you aim:
To serve each
other and to give
And for this
purpose only live.
You will find
For these are
When Bennie was
a little boy
He was his
Daddyís pride and joy.
Of course I
must here haste to say
continued all the way.
was his thing -
He could neither
walk nor swim
When Ben first
saw the ocean.
His arms and
legs went into motion.
stopping for the wave
splashing at his face,
up by parental arm,
It wasnít doing any harm.
But they did
not with him agree.
sneezing as he went
grasping, lots of time he spent.
- cats had to go!
comprehending - why upset me so!
The trend was
set. With sweat and tears
through the schooling years.
Not all was
hard. He was quite smart
When turning a
pram into a cart;
brother being the beneficiary -
Lots of rides,
thanks to Benís tenacity.
diplomatic skills in life;
He knew just
how far to go, and not get into strife.
echidnas is like relating to mankind -
prickles and harmony you will
didnít leave him in the shade
When it came to looking for a trade.
From place to
place the streets he trod
a place at Lismore Ford.
As mechanic and
road service patrolman excelling.
Our cars were kept in good repair all
But this good
time came to an end
When to Godís
work Ben was sent.
two years on his own
He was invited
to the Stoyko home
became his second mother
And Ben to Lis
and Naomi - big brother.
They really got
to know each other.
To search for a
wife, why bother?
For Naomi to
grow up Iíll wait and sit.
enough, for her hand Iíll bid. . .
Time was right.
Tracking her father persistently . . .
Father Michael did finally agree.
Naomi, on your choice.
warranty comes with our boys.
When he breaks
down just bring him home to us.
We will fix him
without much fuss.
Just a few good
nightís rest and he again will cope.
That way we
might get to see you - thatís our hope.
Now, Ben, donít
let all this praise go to your head
Be thankful to
God and man instead.
For success is
on the shoulders of those who have gone before,
co-operation with our fellowmen even more.
successful man stands a woman
And here we see
one like a flower blooming.
take a tip from me . . .
doesnít with him agree.
path side by side
Humbly in Godís
So will you
love increase much,
others whose lives you touch.
This clock may
keep for you the time,
increase it by a chime.
One day, - it
will cease from itís task
And all that
time, for you will be past.
So through every day you live,
Make sure that
you have time: to give!
Have time for
kindness, time to bare,
burdens you will share.
As surely as
this clock will stop,
So time, for
you, will too!
Then may you
find the time you spent.
Was happy for
both of you.
For Anita's Sixtieth Birthday
She was a
Anita was an
enterprising little mite Ė
Took her older
brother in her stride;
No matter how
much he did fret
ďthe pottieĒ on his head.
In later years
he recovered from his lack Ė
ďThis milk is
offĒ he shouted and tipped it on her back.
enterprises she took on
But I cannot
bring them into poem.
Oh yes, our
sister had what it takes
When it came to
What? A young
woman asking for a lift? Thatís quite unseen . . .
So the young
Yank screeched to a halt in his limousine.
When bored with
single life and quite morose
herself married and took an over-Dose.
In her life
through many places she did roam
But now is
contented just to be at home.
So Freddy, with
your restless little flair
Learn to be
content Ė go buy yourself a rocking chair!
maturity if you please
well-rounded Gouda cheese.
As you can see
by this mess
license I possess,
So herewith let
me say congratulation
happy years of hibernation.
celebrated by the year
But it is lived
by the minute, hour, day.
So make it
count on the side of good,
noble, enjoyable deeds.